Lost in the clouds
Walking in the light, playing in the dark, contradicting myself, flirting with my soft side and making love to the hard, who am I? I ask that every night and morning I wake up, try to have conversations with my spirit, letting it speak back, what is this thing called love about, I try to push the idea that I pictured in my head to the side, fantasies got crushed and dreams didn’t become true, reality and the truth stepped on my heart and I didn’t get what I asked for, or maybe I did, I guess I just wanted what I always seen in the movies, but no one told me that this ending wouldn’t be happy. The worst movie I’ve ever seen and first time playing in, storyline I just didn’t get it.
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